I was watching “Once Upon A Time” yesterday and a commercial came on advertising for the “Words With Friends” board game. Out loud, and slightly outraged, I yelled “Good God people! If you want to play ‘Words With Friends’ in real-time, go buy a fucking Scrabble board! Seriously!? Are you kidding me with this shit right now!?”

I mean, in a sense, I understand it. It’s a popular game for smartphones so why not make it into a board game, but come the fuck on! I keep seeing shit about how this generation, sadly my generation, is spoiled. We ruined things like MTV, we lack actual social interaction, etc. I mean it’s a step in the right direction, getting people together to play a game they usually play on their phones, but I just don’t understand this. THIS is why we continue to do what we do; because you assholes are catering to us! You probably sat in a room and said “They are going to eat this shit up!” and then laughed maniacally as Scrabble sat in a corner and cried.

Why for the love of all that is holy would I go out and spend MORE money on a board game that’s been around for YEARS when I can buy the original game for $5 – $20 cheaper? It’s even set up the same way as a scrabble board. Oh, sorry, it has differently colors. No, but seriously…take a look at these two links: Words with Friends here and Scrabble here. Same game, different name, different colors, but you play it the same fucking way. The regular, non-fancy Scrabble board costs less than the Words with Friends game. So why buy it? Are we that snobbish. Is Scrabble “old”? They also make “Draw Something” as a board game. IT’S CALLED PICTIONARY PEOPLE! Next thing we know Zynga will be putting its trademark on poker and Scattergories.

I have to admit, when I got my iPod back in December, I downloaded Words with Friends after realizing that 1. all my friends had it and 2. the Scrabble app really wasn’t all that great. That’s fine though, because my parents had a Scrabble board and we always hung out so we could play “Words” in real-time any time we wanted. And we did. We played the shit out of some scrabble. All the time.

Are we that disconnected that we can’t have a simple, human interaction without a reference to a smart phone app? I really just don’t get it, and I think Scrabble should sue their happy little asses off and make sure that the world knows they were there first. It’s not even like I can sit here and say “Maybe I’m just getting old” because this is my fucking generation playing this shit. These are my people, and as much as I loathe that fact, it doesn’t make it any less true. I understand it’s just a game and it doesn’t matter THAT much, but it still gets my panties in a twist.

Maybe it’s because I’m watching my childhood get raped and beaten to a bloody pulp by people who want to cater to the snobbish, name-branded kids of this era instead of reintroducing them to things they probably already have. I don’t want my future kids to grow up thinking “this game exists because it was first a smart phone app” when it wasn’t. I’m not just talking about “Words” or “Draw Something”, I’m talking about anything and everything. I don’t want my kids to think that a flashlight exists in real-time because the makers of the smartphones decided to create an app that uses the flash on your phone for a light. (I know that’s a stretch but follow my thought process here.) There are too many things in this world they need to see before they start relying on technology.

I’m going to be strict as hell when it comes to computer, TV and cell phones. I know I’ve said it before, but it bears repeating and I’m glad the hubby is on the same page as me. They won’t get a cell phone until they are teenagers, and when they do they won’t have texting and their phones will be programmed with only certain numbers. They will be limited on computer game play and watching TV. They will play outside, they will play board games, they will grow up playing with a Super Nintendo and NES, and they will know the real Zelda and the real Mario.

I may very well be on a “fuck technology” rant all day now. We survived once without technology, so why the hell are we so dependent on it now? People suck.

Hey folks! I’m aware it’s been a while. We got so caught up with the wedding stuff that nothing happened for us for a month or so! The wedding was a success. it turned out beautifully!

Anyway, here it is.

For months, I listened to my husband tell me I had too many clothes. I had too many pairs of jeans. he always told me that I had way more than he did. I offered to buy him clothes given my discount at American Eagle, but he declined. He was happy with having as little clothes as he did. He complained ever so slightly when my clothes took up a majority of the tiny closet space we had when we moved into our house, and seceded his closet space in the bedroom for the closet space in his office. (which by the way, he also filled up).

Now, granted this may be true. I do have A LOT of clothes, but I managed to weed out a lot of stuff before we moved to SC, and I’ve actually gotten rid of some items since we’ve moved here. Since I’ve lost a little weight, I’ve managed to get rid of much more. He was still insistent that I had more jeans than he. I currently have 4 pairs of jeans. One of which was acquired quite recently because, like I said, I’ve lost weight and didn’t really have a pair of jeans to fit. I now currently have two pairs of jeans that fit and two that I keep around because they’re my “lazy jeans.”

I did some laundry this morning, and much to my surprise, I discovered that my husband, in fact, is full of shit. As I was folding laundry and started to put things away, I noticed that I had folded at least five pairs of his jeans and two of mine. Two pairs of jeans that fit me, that I wear on a regular basis, and he has at least eight pairs of jeans that he wears. He tried to throw at me that he only wears two of those pairs, which I graciously threw back in his face how many I had folded this morning. I’m throwing the bullshit flag right now.

I still have clothes in my closet that I know I don’t wear enough to merit keeping. I know I can give them away or do something with them, but come on! Be on my side for a minute here. I feel totally vindicated right now, meanwhile, he’s trying to defend himself with some lame ass excuse like “but I don’t wear all of them.” Which is also a lie. LIES!

It’s not important. But know this! The next time he tries to tell me I don’t need another pair of jeans, I’m going to pull out every pair he has…and every gray sweater…and THEN he can tell me I don’t need to go shopping!

I think that he secretly likes clothes as much as I do and is just too afraid to admit it. Whatever you do, don’t listen to him when he tries to tell you differently.